This piece is from a photograph that I took of Mount Jefferson after a storm while my cousin and I were visiting my aunt. I dropped my camera lens cap and it fell about 20 feet down a cliff. I insisted on climbing down to retrieve the lens cap (that probably would have cost all of $5 to replace). My cousin, Kurt was nearly unsuccessful in talking me out of this until he stated, very calmly, “Patty, there are snakes.“ I immediately turned around and started towards our aunt’s house and stated to Kurt, “I wonder if the beer we brought is cold. Let’s go see.”